Species II Page #4

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but they chose to ignore it.

We think that there was some hostile DNA

in the soil samples that you collected.

Something happened up there.

I can't remember exactly.

I just know it was terrible.

I'm sure that it was terrible.

The question is:

How do we proceed now?

I got guys out there all over the place

looking for this kid.

Any place he might be.

We're gonna find him sooner or later.

If he's reproducing,

we've got potential offspring.

I think it's safe to assume he's banging

cocktail waitresses two at a time.

Well, then in less than two weeks,

these offspring reach adolescence...

and then they enter

the chrysalis stage.

Chrysalis stage?

A cocoon which

turns them into adults.

Hey, baby,

turn that car around.

Hey, don't leave me.

Come on.

Hi, honey.

Baby, come back.

A serial killer maybe loose

in the Washington-Maryland area.

Authorities have asked the public

to be extremely cautious...

when approached bystrangers.

How much for number three?

Twenty an hour.

Thank you, Linda.

And now for the financial news.

Twenty, forty, sixty.

Thank you much.

Enjoy yourself.

Come in.

See what I mean, Laura?

Every so often, her rates go berserk.

Fifty agents we got out there

looking for this guy.

We got nothing.

Man, how can you

just touch that?

Occupational hazard.

So, you didn't see nothing,

didn't hear nothing, don't know nothing?

They come and they go.

You know what I mean?

They come and they go.

Oh, that's hysterical.

Sit your ass down.

They come, they go.

You get it?

Oh, yeah, I get it.

Here you go.

Thanks.

We're wasting time.

It's been two days,

and Lennox hasn't made any headway.

Maybe that's because you gentlemen

won't allow us to go public.

Dr. Baker,

you said that Eve

has telepathic abilities.

Some.

Can we send her after Patrick?

It'd be foolish to take her

out of a controlled atmosphere.

There's the danger of escape.

Then we'd have two aliens loose,

instead of one.

If these two were to mate, the resulting

pure strain of offspring...

would be unstoppable.

Well, can she tell us where he is

without leaving the lab?

We've seen spiking

in her biorhythms...

which indicate

a rudimentary connection...

but half her alien genes

are dormant.

Tracking Patrick

is out of her league.

Dormant means asleep.

Is there any way

that we can wake them up?

We could use the lab's

cyclotron...

to bombard her with radiation

that would awaken her dormant genes.

But there is a problem.

What's that?

We make her more alien.

We increase her strength,

her anger.

Her mating drive

would go through the roof.

It's worth the risk.

We'll tighten security.

She is not a lab animal.

She is half-human.

Please, Baker, spare us

the alien rights agenda.

Put her in the cyclotron.

And what if I refuse?

That's your prerogative.

She's gonna go in anyway.

Gentlemen.

Don't worry, Laura.

I know what they want.

I'm sorry. This is not what I intended.

It's gonna be very painful for you.

I want to help.

I'm going to radiate for 45 seconds

then shut it down.

I'm connected, Laura.

I see what he sees.

He's driving down a small street.

I see two-storybuildings...

a man walking a small dog.

They're stopping at a stoplight.

Okay, here we go!

I see street signs.

Gwynn's Falls and Warwick!

- Intersection of Gwynn's Falls...

- He's in a parking lot!

- What?

- Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.

Gwynn's Falls?

Where?

That's in Reservoir Hill!

There's a big supermarket!

He's going into the supermarket

near Gwynn's Falls and Warwick.

Hang on to your shorts!

- He's going after a woman!

- Let's go!

How the hell did you get

a drivers' license?

Where is he?

Aisle one. Fruits and vegetables!

He's in aisle one,

fruits and vegetables.

We're there. Now what?

Come on, Press!

My God! It's you!

- Will you sign my Space Flakes box?

- Sure.

You got a pen?

I do.

What's your name?

Darlene.

"Darlene."

You know a secret?

I think Space Flakes taste like sh*t.

- Which row?

- Cereal!

Come on, Press.

Watch it!

Where's the goddamn cereal?

Nice to meet you.

Really nice to meet you.

It's her!

Help me!

Which way?

Quick! Which way?

What she say?

They're going down some stairs.

A basement! Find a basement!

It's dark.

He wants to mate with her!

Get away!

Get up!

Shut up!

Help!

Get down!

- Damn it!

- No!

Help!

He's trying to rape her!

Man, don't shoot!

Why don't you get a motel?

F***in' kids.

He knows I'm tapping in.

Help! Leave me alone!

Stop!

Get off me!

Eve...

Patrick!

Go on! Get out of here!

Get out!

- Don't move, spaceman.

- Put down the gun.

Get your hands up!

Get 'em up!

What is this?

You can't deny some bugged-out stuff

going on around here.

What kind of stuff?

You told me yourself

you were feeling weird.

You gotta go in for tests, bro.

Sure. I don't mind

going into the lab.

Open the gate.

What's going on?

Estrogen level's peaking.

It's like she's in heat.

Let me out!

Let me out!

Let's go.

Has she been given

any medication?

Yes, her usual dose.

Let me out, Laura!

I'm going to double it.

Let me out!

Listen to me, Laura...

Laura!

Code 459 alert. Patrick Ross

in Biohazard Four. Seal the compound!

Get out of there, Sherry!

Patrick, leave her alone!

Open the door.

I know what you're going through,

and I can help you.

- Let me help you.

- Open the goddamn door.

I can't do that.

I'm sorry.

- Open it!

- I can't...

Get away from her now!

The proof is incontrovertible.

Your son was infected

up in that capsule.

I'm sorry, Senator.

Jesus God.

Rest assured

we'll deal with this quietly.

Medical treatment, the best doctors.

The last thing this country needs

is a spectacle with a national hero

being publicly compromised.

Cut the crap, Carter.

What the hell are we gonna do?

Two imperatives:

We have to find Patrick

and bring him in immediately.

We have to neutralize any possibility

that this could leak to the media.

The generals are very concerned.

They're gonna kill him, aren't they?

We need to find your son.

You listen to me,

you arrogant son-of-a-b*tch.

If you touch a hair on his head...

you will rue the day you were born!

You make it very hard

to help you, Senator.

Go f*** yourself!

What the hell did you think I'd do?

Stand here and let you take my son?

I'll call the goddamn President

if I have to.

Listen carefully, old man.

This is way beyond the President.

Way beyond.

You wanna save Patrick?

Help us bring him in.

Damn, man! What is up?

I can't even get no play from an alien.

Some people carry a disease

in their genetic code.

The possibility exists it might be

passed on to their children.

Those N.S.E.G. doctors

told me I had sickle trait.

It's in your chart.

You don't have sickle-cell anemia,

which is why you were able

to go to Mars. But you're a carrier.

Right.

Well, I guess that's why

he didn't get infected up on the ship.

Right. Alien DNA cannot cope

with human genetic flaws.

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